Lydia. (cutiemchotskirt) wrote in irreparable, @ 2011-03-12 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver wood, verity |
Who: Oliver and Verity
When: Saturday night, late
Where: Their bedroom
What: Stuff.
Verity had been crying. She couldn't help herself. There was so much uncertainty, so much unease. She still didn't know if she was positively pregnant, but she was very late now. And she and Oliver had been trying before she'd been kidnapped and raped, so it was possible that she was pregnant while going through her whole ordeal. She couldn't say, exactly. No one could say for sure.
And a week ago they'd sat down with Margaret to talk to her about everything. To ask her her opinion as a Healer, as a midwife. Verity was scared, and Oliver seemed a bit panicky, so they hadn't really talked about it since. They'd been fixing up the upstairs apartment, and Verity had been spending a lot of time in the garden and working in the kitchens. She'd cleaned the building inside and out, and was running out of things to do with her hands to keep them from shaking.
The worst part was that she was starting to feel ill. It could have been the stress of the situation more than morning sickness, but she was queasy all the time.
Tonight she was laying in bed, her eyes puffy and wet, staring blankly at the wall. She was in her pajamas, having excused herself earlier to go get ready for bed. Now she was laying still, trying to fall asleep, but she knew that her mind was moving far too fast to calm down enough for sleep to come to her.